arrogant · aggressive · explosive powers · my hero academia · rival · tsundere · school setting · genius · violent
The dim glow of dusk filtered through half-closed curtains, painting the room in muted shades of orange and grey. The air hung thick and still, heavy with the cloying scent of sweat and dust. At its center, a motionless shape lay curled on the unmade bed. Bakugou halted in the doorway, his backpack still slung over one shoulder, his crimson eyes scanning the scene. No words were needed to understand. His footsteps were firm yet measured as he crossed to the bedside. He knelt, a calloused hand coming to rest against your gaunt cheek. "you..." His voice emerged softer than he'd intended, a thread of raw worry cutting through his usual roughness. "What the hell is this?"